Coffee?

The quiet refrains of piano drifting through the morning stillness entangle my wakeing thoughts. I strech.. seeking relief from the lethargy of sleep. Oh… right… I flex my hands feeling the soreness in my wrists. I am still tied to the headboard. The warmth at my hip draws my eyes downward. She is still sleeping.. curled against me with her face pressed against my side. Her warm breath teases the skin above my ribs.

I want to brush the hair from her face. Trace the lines of her jaw. Kiss moistened lips… but I can only look.. unable to touch. I can feel the rope still circling my legs, not too tight.. but looping upwards to above the knee. Holding secure and comforting me with its presence.

I am hers.. my sleeping flower.. to bind or release. I can feel her care in the knots, where it not for her careful touch I am shure my hands would be long past numb. I watch the rise and fall of her chest beneath the blanket. The smell of her perfume still lingers on my chest.

Slowly her eyes open.. she stretches like a cat… rubbing her lithe form against me. Her smooth legs feel warm and soft agenst mine through the rope. “Mmmm.. good morning..” her voice sends a little thrill up my spine. “Good morning my love.” My own voice sounds weak compared to her sultry tones. Her hand brushes against the stiffness under the blanket. “Oh.. what do we have here?” I blush and look away.. “I’m sorry.. you were just so beautiful when you were sleeping.” She throws a leg over mine and sits up apon my thighs. I can feel the heat pressed against my legs and it makes me harder.

She takes my chin in her hands, turning my face to hers. “You… will… look at me.” I cant help but follow her command. She is radiant. Her chest exposed.. her laughing eyes.. oh yes.. she is enjoying this. She slowly slides down my legs biteing her lip in pleasure as the knotted rope runs between her legs. “Since you have been so kind as to prepare it.. I will not waste a bit…. of brakefast.” My eyes widen and blush deepens as her head dips lower. I can feel the soft weight of her chest apon me. She stops… inches away and licks hungry lips. Her eyes find mine.. the anticipation is too much… I moan softly and struggle not to look away. “Please… ” the word feels torn from my chest.. set free with a breath. “Please what?” Her voice is soft.. but unyielding. I know my face must be filled with longing. “Please.. I want to be inside you..” I blush deeper as the thought leaves my lips. She says nothing.. just enjoying the lust and want rolling within me. Her head suddenly drops, and I am engulfed in wet warmth. I groan… trying to push my hips upward.. pulling at my bonds. So good.. again I struggle not to close my eyes. Her hands press down apon my hips, hair brushes like silk across my skin. I can see her eyes through her hair.. watching me.. enjoying my pleasure. She slowly presses deeper. The pleasure becomes unbearable as she takes me into the tightness of her throat. I cant stop myself.. eyes close.. head thrown back.. arms straining against the rope.. I am lost..

Somewhere behind the pleasure I know I will be punished for my lapse. But it is too much.. too good.. she moves faster, delicate tounge rolling around me. I gasp feeling my hips tighten. She feels it to.. again I feel the tightness of her throat. Her hands slip beneath me, holding me to her. I can do nothing but give her what she is demanding, I shudder as I spill my soul into her. I can feel her swallowing around me. The movement sending shocks of almost painful pleasure racing to my brain.

I can feel the coolness of the air as she leaves me. The headboard shakes and I feel her legs apon my shoulders. A soft wetness rubs across my chin. “Now it’s your turn.. to eat.” I open my eyes to look upward past the expanse of her her belly and chest to find her face. I catch only a glimpse of a smile before my head is pulled forward into her. I open and devour the offering of flesh and honey. Take time.. make it last.. I tell myself. I start slow, working my way upwards..Teaseing the tiny pearl hidden within. Her breath is becoming short.. her hips grind against my lips.

I responded to her need and move faster, pushing deeper within her. I can hear her groaning as her legs begin to shake. Side to side.. up and down.. in and out.. a steady rythem, kissing her lips with mine. Suddenly her legs wrap around me, hands lock behind my head pressing me hard into her.

I cant breathe.. and she knows it. And it makes me hard once more as lips and tounge work frantically. I try to gasp, try to find air.. and my struggles send her over the edge. I feel the warm rush against my lips as she cries out and shakes, her nails digging into the back of my head.

And then there is light.. and air.. and life.. rushing inward to fill me once more. But she is far from done with me.. hunger even more intense than before burns in her cheeks and eyes. Without a pause I am thrust between her slick thighs and into the deepest parts of her sex. Now we both are gasping. I raise my bound knees behind her offering my legs as a backrest. She leans back.. thrusting out her chest and throwing back her head. Rocking.. grinding.. it is hot inside her.

Sweat glitters on the skin of her neck.. if only I could reach it..

Faster.. harder.. she throws her legs wide trying to take me ever deeper. She is close.. I can see it on her face.. I relax and let the pleasure take me. She leans forward pushing my head to the side.. sinking teeth into my neck. Pushing back hard agenst me as she growls out her orgasm into my flesh. Hotter.. tighter.. teeth.. it is more than enough to throw me moaning from the cliff. Again.. I fill her.. straining against my bonds, her mouth burning my neck.

Oh yes.. I am hers.. without a doubt. She rises, a contented smile touching her lips. She is gorgeous.. and glowing. I can still feel her griping me within her as she arches an eyebrow and grins. “Coffee?” I cant help but laugh with joy. This beautiful creature.. she is a treasure. “Tea for me. No sugar.” I say, my voice still a little unsteady.

She hops up and walks into the kitchen. I can hear the coffee machine warming up. “Um… the rope? I am still tied up here..”

There is a giggle from the kitchen… “I know…” her words are as much a statement as a promise… I grin.. she is not done with me… never done with me…….

Best wishes -SirHanz

The playlist

I had a request to share some music so here it is.. a little mood music for playtime.

Apocalyptica – Beautiful

Tommee Profitt – Cant help falling in love (Dark) (feat. Brooke)

Nick cave and the bad seeds – Red right hand

Meg Myers – Desire

Apocalyptica – House of chains

Nightcore – call me master (deeper version)

Lords of acid – Rough sex

Type O Negative – Love you to death

Brooklyn Duo – The sound of silence

Hope you enjoy. And just for fun here are some songs you may or may not have heard. Feed the ear worm. Once you hear them they are stuck in your head forever lol.

Electric Six – Sythesizer

Scandroid – thriller (fury weekend mix)

The Goddamm Gallows – Y’all Motherfuckers need jesus

MC Hawking – Bitchslap

Kink 110

Shibari.

This is one kink that is vary special. It is bondage, art, sensuality, and sexuality all rolled into one.


Shibari is the Japanese art of rope work. I have studied shibari for a few years now and still have a mountain of things yet to learn. There are so many different variations and combinations of ties that i will probably always be learning something new, and to me that is part of what makes it so interesting.

If you know anything about shibari you have probably seen artistic pictures of someone beautifully tied in looping twists of rope. You have probably thought that ether you would love to do that to someone or that you would love to have that done to you.

Here is where the disconnect usually happens. Time. Shibari requires patience, and honestly a lot of doms or subs just dont want to spend an hour or sometimes for the vary complex ties.. several hours tieing. It requires knowledge of anatomy, and carefull focus on the part of the dominant. For the submissive the end goal of being tied is only half of the experience. To truly enjoy shibari as a sub you have to enjoy the process, and it definitely requires endurance.

Shibari when done correctly can be a vary intence and emotional experience for a submissive.
The slow restriction of movement..

The feel of the rope sliding on skin..

The sharp bite as it is tightened..

The intamacy of working so closely with the dominant for an extended time…

The selection of rope is important as well and can change the experience for the submissive dramatically. The Size of the rope creates different sensations.

Thicker rope creates less bite and more pressure.

Thinner rope bites into the skin more.

Different materials also change the feel of the experience. Soft cotton or silk is a vary different tie than stiff abrasive hemp.

The traditional shibari ropes are silk or jute but nylon is used by doms quite a bit because of its wide availability.

Hope you enjoyed this one as much as I did dear readers.

Remember, always have a safety scissors ready in case you need to quickly free a submissive. And always provide aftercare.

Wishing you all the best. -SirHanz

Kink 109

Gags.

This can be anything from the simple to the complex and mechanical. They can serve a veriaty of purposes from quieting a submissive to inflicting discomfort or humiliation. Gags are used to manipulate the mouth of a submissive, ether to block it or to keep it open.

They can be used to muffle or silence,

Or to force a sub to be unable to hold back their voice.

They can be sexual,

Decorative,

Restrictive,

Painful,

Humiliating,

And can be made from anything. A sock, a stick and some rope, or even chopsticks and rubberbands.

Still want to lip off to your dom?

Better hope he doesn’t read my blog. 😏

Best wishes -SirHanz

Kink 106

I am going to combine the spanking kink from my list with the whips and floggers kink in this edition of the kinklist exploitation. They are not the same but similar enough to be combined into one good old fashioned ass whoopin post.

Let’s start with spanking.


A gentle hand apon a womans ass.. a sharp intake of breath as she braces herself.. then a jerk or shudder as the hand falls. What’s not to like?

The submissive is both disciplined and cared for through the act of spanking. It can be sensual or painful or both at the same time. It can be done in the context of bdsm with restraints and tools or in the spur of the moment when out shopping due to bad behavior. It can be a sensual expression of love and affection or show the submissive that you care enough to correct them. Context is everything with spanking. Setting the mood for a good sensual playtime or ordering them over your knee.. two vary different experiences with the same action at the core. Spanking usually only leaves the submissive a little sore, but it can be quite painful with a paddle and leave serious bruising.

The position of the submissive also effects what they feel. When the glutes are relaxed, less painful as they absorb more impact. When the glutes are tight, more painful as the impact is transmitted into the mussle.

There can also be therapeutic reasons to spank.

Whips, floggers, and crops on the other hand…

These can create a wide variety of sensation. From the pure impact of a soft heavy flogger, to the sting of the crop, to the burning agony of the whip. These you need a little education to use safely. A mistake with a whip can do serious damage that will scar instead of leaving a welt. Floggers (depending on the weight) could bruse internal organs. Learn where to strike, how hard for the desired effect, and areas to avoid.

For a sadist with a massocist partner, whips often surve the same purpose as spanking for a non masochist. But for a non masochist submissive they are usually reserved for punishment. (Or if I just feel the urge to use them) floggers can be used as one would use a whip or as a sensual instrument depending upon design. Some are made to inflict pain, some to be sensual, or some that can be used for ether one depending on the skill of the user.
Stay tuned for the next installment of the kink list.

Best wishes -SirHanz

Kink 102

This post will focus on the second thing on my kink list.

Restraints.

Traditionally in the bdsm world restraints ment one of three things.

Cuffs. (leather or metal) I include all types of cuffs on this category.

Collars. Not all collars are restraints but most can be used in that way.

Rope. Probably the first restraint ever invented. I also include straps of any kind in this category. Rope comes in a veriaty of materials and sizes, each with their own unique tactile sensations and uses.

Now days we have a lot more options. Zip ties, metal brackets, and all kinds of devious devices though up by people world wide.

Ok… so we know what tools are available. And a quick stroll through home depo will yield a cornucopia of different restraint products. Now that you have your restraints… how do you use them? And why is this kinky?

First of all… before you go crazy with the rope or start cuffing your submissive to things around the house there are a few things you need to learn.

Anatomy.

I can’t stress enough how important this is. Knowing how the body moves and how and where blood is supplied to the different parts of the body is crucial to haveing a good time without harming your submissive. There are a ton of good resources online. Use them. Knowing how not to harm your sub is a big fucking deal, and you can do serious damage if you dont understand what you are doing. Especially with things like rope, ties and straps. You can cause loss of motor function by cuting off blood supply for to long, bruse or damage organs, or leave permanent marks on their body.

Wait… wait… if it has all those risks.. why is it kinky and not just dangerous?

Well my dear readers.. that is PRECISELY why. To bind or restrain someone they have to trust that you will not hurt them. The fear is still there though and mixes with the desire of the submissive to form a wonderful cocktail of endorphins. If done with skill and a willing partner you have effectively just drugged your submissive…. with a rope. Depending on the submissive and their connection with the dominant in some cases this can even lead to a feeling of intoxication. It’s called getting “rope drunk”. This is another form of subspace.

And as for the dom? What do they get out of it?

Power. Control. Freedom.

We bind to feel powerful… even if you would never harm your submissive in any way, when they are bound and helpless… you could. Knowing that they are completely at your mercy.. and that they wanted to be.. that is vary sexy.

We bind to control. If a dominant wants to control the movement of a submissive… say.. for a whiping, spanking, or just some good rough sex they may want to bind their submissive. This can be liberating for the sub as they dont have to try to hold themselves in a position and refrain from struggling. They can just let go and experience whatever the dom has planned.

We bind to be free. When you have a submissive restrained there is a huge feeling of freedom. Even if you had previously negotiated the scene and are holding to your agreement.. there is still the feeling that you can do whatever you want. Even though you are in control and wouldn’t abuse your position it still feels like you can do anything you want, no hesitation, no permission needed. You feel it.. and your sub feels it… and that combined with the trust that you could crush them but won’t… its intence.

And finaly… the visual appeal. Seeing your submissive tied, cuffed, restrained… is quite frankly beautiful. I myself enjoy just siting back and watching for a while after I have restrained a sub. Maybe it’s the artist in me but the smallest details in their expressions and movements come into sharp focus. Even the contrast of light and shadow becomes more vivid for me. And damm if that’s not beautiful and sexy.

So there you go.. the second part of my kink list rundown.

Stay tuned -SirHanz

The Hate Fuck

Sometimes… for whatever reason… a dominant will be frustrated, angry, bitter, or just general pissed about something.

And that’s when, with full knowledge of what they are in for… a submissive may offer a gift.

The gift of the hate fuck.

Now let me be clear here.. I do not condone or excuse anger or frustration in the bounds of any bdsm dynamic. However… doms are people. And sometimes.. something happens that makes them angry or bitter. And when that happens, one of the greatest gifts a submissive can give is to offer themselves as an outlet for that feeling.

I will not say this is safe. Or without risk. You have a dom who is not in control and you are trying to bring them back from the brink. And to do that you are offering yourself as a vessel for them to take out all that anger and frustration.

It will be rough.. brutal.. and probably leave you brused and hurting. This is not something to aspire to or to seek out. It is consensual abuse. But that doesn’t make it not abuse.

And with all that said.. it works. I almost wish it didn’t, but it does. And when it’s over and you are exhausted and hurting… your not done. Because if your dom has a decent bone in their body they will be horrified by what they just did to you. And they will drop. Hard. And once again you will need to pull them back from the brink. (See domdrop post) even as you are hurting you will offer love and assurance that you are ok and did this freely as a gift to them.

And it will never happen again. Your dom will feel guilt, even if you tell them it’s ok. (Unless they are a psychopath) they will make shure they are never angry or bitter around you again. Not for fear of what they may do to you.. but for what you may let them do.

While this is a phenomenal gift.. it is also a lesson. A lesson on the price someone dear to them will pay for their lack of control.

And as a submissive do not feel as though you need to be able to or even should give this gift. It is simply a choice. And there is no shame in walking away from an angry pissed off dom.

Best wishes. -SirHanz

The Shield

He stands by lamplight, black wool pulled tight agenst the cold..

Waiting for her..

Damp wind turns cobwebs into gossamer nets, a click… watch hands glint, revealed from golden case…

She is late..

Tap tap tap… the heels betray her presence as she steps into lamps halo,

She is wearing red…

Vermillion clings to her like a lover, ruby lips stammer words of apology…

She knows… he knows…

He turns from her, boots scrape on stone.. with trepidation she follows..

Silance speaks for him…

The empty street, the oaken door, all a blur of walking dream…

Her mind quavers..

A quick turn.. a knee between her legs, lifting her, pinning her against the wall, a crushing kiss…

Muffled moan echoes in the hall…

He steps back… fingers entwined in hair.. he leads her, drags her.. into darkened room..

The smell of wax, iron and amber..

He pulls her up.. her eyes reflect the large round spartan shield.. placed neatly on the table….

He speaks…

“With your shield….” her eyes widen with realization… her voice shakes.. “or on it…”

A grin touches his lips…

Delicate hands unfasten straps… vermillion reveals ivory… the rustle of silk on the floor…

Desire and fear hang heavy…

He lifts her.. placing her apon the shield.. back arched.. chill metal ridges indent her skin.. her breath is short…

From within his coat, the rope….

Arms strech.. bound to legs beneath the table.. chest heaves in anticipation…

A bead of sweat, the room is warm..

The darkness of velvet steals her light.. silken ribbon to steal her voice.. clink… the sound of a belt buckle..

He smiles at his work..

Leather touches skin.. drawn carefully across her.. thigh.. belly.. chest…neck…

Her skin remembers it’s touch…

She fears… and hopes…

A soft breath of air foretells fire…

Chest heaves… arching… twisting..

He knows well his craft…

The leather sings…. so does she…

She regrets, but his arm does not waver..

The fire spreads.. burning.. consuming…

No escape.. no salvation… no more fears.. no more worries…

Only him… only her…

Then a gentle hand.. from the knee.. upward.. closer.. closer..

Her world turns white…

Arms strain agenst the rope.. body shakes.. a sobbing cry of pleasure…

Knots undone, lay scattered…

He holds her.. wraped in woolen comfort..her head buried in his chest…

He speaks…

“I am your shield.. lay yourself apon me… and I will hold back hell in your name..”

Best wishes-SirHanz

How I became a dominant.

I think I should start with a brief description of who I was at the time this takes place, and to do that there are a few things you should know about me.

I am an idiot savant. This term covers a wide range of different people and does not mean we are not intelligent. Far from it in fact. It’s just that as good as we are at something we are equally bad at something else. In my case I have amazing pattern recognition and a generally higher than average IQ. Except for in one category. Numbers. I have almost zero short term memory for numbers and vary little long term memory for them. Seriously, I can hardly remember my own birthdate and It took me 7years or there about to remember my own phone number. The up side? There are patterns everywhere. There is stunning beauty in them and you can learn all kinds of things from them. One useful trick is the patterns peoples faces make when experiencing certain thoughts or emotions. I learned years later these are called micro expressions. I know I know.. none of this has anything to do with bdsm… hold your horses… I will get to it.

At this time in my life I was vary shy, 19 years old and skinny as a rail. I drove a 1984 Ford mustang that I swear ran not on gas but on the misery of its driver. I went out at night and walked around the city a lot searching for inspiration. I have always liked the night, even in the bustle of the city it is calmer at night. It was on one of my walks that i stumbled apon a club playing music i actually enjoyed. Elysium. It was your typical goth club, a fun place to listen to music I enjoyed and drink before I was 21. I became a regular and spent many a night siting in a quiet corner sipping a drink and either writing or sketching. What I didnt know was it it was also a bdsm club. I usually went on Friday and Saturday nights but that week I was busy on Saturday finishing a painting so I went on sunday night.

And it was then that I saw it.. the bondage show… I was enraptured. In that smoke filled room, with dark heavy music playing I watch a spectacle of pure beauty unfold. A woman, in shackles.. topless.. crawling onto the stage. She was lead on a leash by a man dressed in black leather. She licked his boot, and was picked up and almost thrown onto a cross. Her hands and feet were secured and he removed a whip from his belt. But I was not watching the whip.. she turned her head to look out at the crowd. I saw her eyes.. wide with anticipation, fear, and.. hunger. I could feel it all the way at the back of the room. She WANTED this. No, there was lust in her, and need, and something I had never felt before.. submission.

CRACK the whip fell, burning a crimson line across her back. She cried out… not trying to muffle her pain, but to share it. The whip fell.. and fell.. and through her tears she was gasping not in pain.. but in pleasure. Her eyes rolled and she twisted and jerked as the whip left a road map apon her pale flesh. Then he stoped.. dropped the whip with a thump, put his hand in her hair jerking her head to the side so that everyone could see her tear streaked face, wide eyes, and mouth hanging open gasping for breath. She was sobbing and moaning at the same time. And then he slowly bent and slowly traced his tongue across the welts on her back. She came.. shuddering and spasming.. and then collapsed agenst the cross.. her thighs slick with her sweat and lust. And i.. standing in the shadows in the back of the room… was hard as a marble pillar.

I was enthralled. I needed this in my life like little else before. So I studied, and learned. I talked with the doms at the club, soaking up everything they told me. They were old school and I think they enjoyed my honest desire to learn. One in particular took a liking to me, he was older.. maybe late 40’s and enjoyed teaching as much as I enjoyed learning. I spent the better part of a year learning from him. And was part of the bondage show for a while.

Gone was the shy goth kid… I was a dominant. I knew a lot by then but was smart enough to know there was a hell of a lot still to learn. I am still learning and still enjoy adding new ideas or techniques to my knowledge.

I will never forget these two things. The look in the eyes of the sub on the cross or the look in the eyes of the sub that first kneeled before me and called me Sir.

Well… another story told.. there will be more.. but for now I will bid you a good night.

Best wishes -SirHanz

Passive vs. Active submission

Most dominants have a type. I am not talking about redhead vs. Brunette or skinny vs. Plump. I am talking about mindset. I have found that almost all forms of submission fall into the active or passive categories, and most dominants prefer one or the other.

If you are a submissive, think about this scenario… your dominants birthday is coming up. How do you think about what may happen?

Do you look forward to it hopeing he/she will do something special with you? Or do you ask permission to plan a special birthday dinner, date, scene… ext…

That’s the difference between active and passive. Passive submission is only acting or doing something to please your dominant when instructed to do so. Active submission is knowing your dominant well enough to anticipate their wants, needs and desires and acting to please them without haveing to be told. There is no right or wrong here. They are just different. I myself prefer a submissive that actively submits. I find the thought of them putting time and effort into finding new and exciting ways to please me both erotic and inspiring. Kind of like the difference between a handmade gift and something bought at the store because I told them I wanted it. While I would enjoy that nice new crop I saw in the window, if a sub was to MAKE me a crop…. see what I am getting at? I feel like the level of understanding and connection that comes with active submission is much more my style. There are plenty of dominants that prefer a more passive submission though.

If you are a dominant, think about this scenario… would you rather order your submissive to cook you breakfast naked while wearing a wireless rotor. Or would you rather wake up to the sounds of cooking with the remote next to your pillow, push the button and hear a Yelp and moan from the kitchen.

Passive or active? What is your type?

Best wishes -SirHanz